Wednesday, August 4, 2010

thin ice

Everything seems smooth and clear. You're gliding along without a hitch. And then you get to the middle of the lake. And realize. You've been skating on thin ice. Maybe it holds. And you make it to the other side. Maybe just a single hairline crack will bring destruction in its wake. Maybe you trod on a twig when you first started off. Maybe there are tiny ridges, unseen, but inevitable, coming up. Maybe. Maybe not.

Because sometimes things seem too perfect. And at the back of your mind, you know. You know you're skating on thin ice.